Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.